[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjgwLmRjZGE2Mi5WR2hsSUVScGNtVmpkRzl5LjE/raleway.regular.webp[/img][/center] [b]Date/Time:[/b] [i]November 11th, 2022. 6:04 PM.[/i] [b]Location(s):[/b] [i]Redline PRT Headquarters[/i] [hr][hr] Atsushi couldn't suppress his groan that immediately followed the outburst of Workshop's latest gizmo. This was the first official day and there'd already been an incident. Taking a breath to collect himself, he was surprised to find his eyes drawn to a blueish rift in space, from which walked a quite last-minute arrival. Gress. Well, that's a pleasant surprise, though he found a slight frown crossing his face from the abrupt use of her Power. Was it that much of a hassle to use a damn elevator? And speaking of... How [i]had[/i] she used her Power to get here? Last Fukuda remembered, the files guessed that her ability was restricted either by line of sight, or at least a clear vision of the location in mind. She had neither for this. Huh...Turning his attention for a brief moment, the Director slid out his datapad and filed in some new information. Though, returning to what was at hand, he couldn't help but cringe as she mentioned the confetti, and his glance skimmed to the fresh pile of colored paper that had practically entombed Workshop. Still, he gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement, and a brief comment. [color=fff79a]"Of course, happy to have you. Although...I ask you refrain from excess use of your Power."[/color] With that handled, he could focus on other matters, such as the fact Morgan was helping the poor girl who had become buried alive in her own folly. Glad someone did it, because he had a feeling that if it came down to him, it'd just make Workshop feel worse than he was certain she likely did. Though her introduction certainly was lacking...Especially when it came to her abrupt mention of a mere [i]facet[/i] of her Power. That might give the wrong ideas. Clearing his throat after she spoke up, the Director addressed all the youths gathered once more. [color=fff79a]"While yes, Memento possesses the [i]capability[/i] to heal, it's far from her main trait. I'll ask you all refrain from anything too foolhardy just because she said she could patch you up."[/color] Fukuda gave a strained smile. Seriously, of all the things for her to mention, it had to be the part that would complicate things most? Sheesh. While Fukuda hadn't paid much mind to what Andrew and Will were speaking about, he couldn't help a slight smirk appearing on his own face as he picked up the whisper of a curse from the Master boy. An eye for an eye, kid...And besides, this would have to happen eventually, and Gray Man certainly hadn't done anything to earn the right to do it himself. Then the kid turned the charm on as he spoke to the rest, obviously testing the waters and gauging reactions. Well, more accurately, it was obvious to the Director; people like Wilbur were a dime a dozen when it came to how they acted, and he was all too familiar. However, Fukuda's eyes lay upon the boy in a low glare as he felt it. It was a brief static of the mind, easily shrugged off thanks to the light distortion of noise offered by these earbuds, but still, Levin had tried it. His glare turned into a sigh as he realized the latest arrival actually [i]was[/i] being affected. Little shit... Not respecting Wilbur with a verbal response, he slid out another case to Aaliyah to equip herself with. Said and done with. The kid was already trying his patience, and it hadn't even been ten minutes. Christ...The Director pinched the brow of his nose in mild annoyance, taking a moment to recollect himself again. Then, sweet mother of God why, Andrew asked him and Will if he was...Socializing right? Another sigh escaped Fukuda. [color=fff79a]"Andrew...The fact you need to ask should probably be a bad sign."[/color] What the hell was this? Between him and Jane, Fukuda was convinced the social skills of this group plummeted. He'd sooner let Beverly on Tonight With K&C than even imagine these two trying to hold anything akin to a normal conversation. [color=fff79a]"...And on another note, kid, it's not a good look to use your Power like that."[/color] Wasn't exactly subtle either, with all the hair-changing and shit. Probably didn't even understand how that kind of thing was an invasion of privacy in its own right, on par with Gray Man...Except he couldn't just bug Tech Wizard about something like this. Also, damn, he was pretty sure this guy had the attention span of a goldfish with how quickly he jumped from one person to another with comments, although he only gave the two Tinkers the barest minimum of interaction. Hell was that about? ...Then he started asking about what they were [i]doing.[/i] Great. Well, had to get this out of the way. [color=fff79a]"...To answer your questions, yes, no, and [i]no.[/i] While they'd be late at this point, there are a few others that might be making an appearance. When it comes to an assignment, I mean..."[/color] Fukuda rubbed his temple a bit, trying to stay level-headed. This was the first day, and he was already asking about [i]assignments?[/i] Fucking hell...[color=fff79a]"...Currently, no. Today will mostly be briefing, getting to know each other, and become familiar with your Headquarters down here. At most, if we're good on time, there'll be some nighttime patrols to get you all started. As for a leader..."[/color] The Director shared a glance with Sean. Yeah....No. For a plethora of reasons, there was probably no way the kid would (or rather, should) be running the team. But how to break it...[color=fff79a]"...While it's true Overclock here has, bar none, the most experience in handling these scenarios amongst you all, and is one of the eldest members here, I'd prefer everyone get a say on that matter, and perhaps test the waters on the field before you go pointing fingers. We may still have a surprise leader in our midst yet."[/color] God, he hoped so. Truth be told, most of them didn't feel like leader material one way or another. Maybe Aaliyah? She was one of the older kids here, seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and doesn't come packed with all the issues of Overclock...But beyond her, the others were probably too young for the responsibility, or shouldn't (or in a certain case, [i]couldn't[/i]) be trusted to handle the kind of pressure that position has. Tricky... At least his attention was taken away as Jane made her...'Introduction'. Honestly, Fukuda had to resist the urge to slam his head into the desk then and there. Christ alive girl, telling them that you'll hook them up with some prosthetics? Holding the groan that built in his throat was the most monumental task the Director had faced yet. [hr][hr] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjgwLmVjN2IwOC5WMjl5YTNOb2IzQS4y/if.regular.webp[/img][/center] [b]Date/Time:[/b] [i]November 11th, 2022. 6:04 PM.[/i] [b]Location(s):[/b] [i]Redline PRT Headquarters[/i] [hr][hr] Beverly could vaguely make out the arrival of a new person, though strangely found the ring of the elevator absent. However, her main concern was hearing the confetti comment, digging her head deeper into the pile with a moan of shame that went unheard. Beyond that, the bits and pieces she heard from the new arrival (Aal...Something? Ally?) sounded nice enough. Maybe if this weren't such a miserable situation, she'd take some solace in that. Truth be told, when she could feel a hand reach out to help her out, she almost didn't want to take it. Maybe she'd be better off sitting in the pile, spitting out paper wads...But eventually, her drive to make something of this mess outmatched her despair at making such a colossal flop in front of all these people. With a grunt of effort, she popped out like a zombie crawling from its grave, latching onto the chair for support as she rose up with the aid of Morgan, sputtering out pieces of confetti as she did. She almost missed the girl asking if she was okay; Bev had been too caught up in the looks of others. She was never too great at reading others, so all the glances she saw as she had been yanked from her self-made tomb were ones of disinterest at best, or cruel amusement at worst. Still, shaking paper from her hair as best she could, she mustered up a big smile for Morie. She'd earned that much. [color=f26522]"Awful sweet of ya to help me out, thanks. And I'm f-"[/color] With a bit of a cough, a few stray pieces of white and blue drifted from Beverly's mouth. Her spirit sank just a bit lower, another fragment of mirth sucked from her voice. [color=f26522]"...I'm fine."[/color] Bev actually jerked forward a bit when the girl pulled out of her grasp. She'd been so caught up with everything she'd plum forgot! Catching herself, she gave a laugh, one a bit more awkward than she was used to. [color=f26522]"Oh, M'bad! Still collectin' myself 'n all."[/color] She hadn't expected Morie to immediately transition over to picking the colorful confetti off of her, and couldn't hide the slight surprise in her face, which soon shifted to a warm smile. Well, she could at least say with certainty she was one of the good ones! Though, when she awkwardly shifted to making her introduction, Beverly couldn't help but feel that some of Morgan's nervous energy was her fault. She didn't stay on that train of thought for long, however, when she suddenly spoke a few mere words. [color=f49ac2]"I can heal you."[/color] Beverly blinked a few times, having a double take. [color=f26522]"...A-Are ya serious? I mean, Iunno much 'bout Parahumans, but ain't that sorta a big deal?"[/color] She looked to Fukuda for confirmation as he spoke up in retaliation to Memento's claim. [color=f26522]"Oh, it's like, a part of it...Makes more sense. Still, that's super neat! Could I, uh, ask 'bout the full deal? I'm awful curious now, hehe.."[/color] When Memento drifted back, almost unconsciously on her part, Bev found herself standing up and sticking next to her instead of the rest of the table. She...Didn't want to talk with them for a minute. Still, even then, she couldn't stop herself from digging in the confetti pile beforehand, yanking back out....A perfectly intact sphere. [color=f26522]'Not an explosive! Knew it!'[/color] Beaming with a small bit of pride in herself yet again at the small discovery, she pocketed....Whatever the hell that thing actually was, and stuck herself next to Morgan. If she just kept her mouth busy, then hopefully she'd be able to ignore that urge to go messing with the darn thing again for a few seconds... Though she found her attention yanked from her Confetti Savior for a moment when Jane, the other Tinker in the room, had finally spoken up. And....Well, her passion was restored when they brought up their talents, and a promise for an [i]awesome[/i] prosthetic should they end up horribly maimed! While the others were probably [i]very[/i] understandably offset by it, Beverly beamed with a thumbs-up towards the scruffy young lady. [color=f26522]"I'll hold ya to it, Janey! That'd be awesome!"[/color] As if already imagining it, she was flexing her right arm around a bit, trying to envision a world where she, too, had a dope metal arm.